My Monsters Love Me More
Language: en
I hadn’t eaten in two days. I didn’t even have the strength to stand. My mother—the kind of woman who regularly “forgot” to pay my school fees—suddenly announced she was taking me to the carnival. She promised that if I was a good girl and followed her out, she’d buy me a warm meat pie on the way back. But we didn't end up at a carnival. We stopped in front of a derelict, rotting Victorian mansion on the edge of town. The moment I stepped into the overgrown yard, glowing lines of text began to flicker across my vision like a digital fever dream: “Welcome to the Horror Trials, Little Bitter…